Friday, May 3, 2013

snapshots from our second

Many moons ago Monday we celebrated our second anniversary.

We spent the day in Paducah. (The local country station plays a clip of a man saying, "I'm Bob from Paducah!!" in a southern accent and it cracks me up every time. Jenn is probably the only one who will appreciate that we visited Bob's hometown.)

The traditional second anniversary gift is cotton, so we thought it appropriate to visit the National Quilt Museum. It was more exciting that it sounds. I admire people who sew a blanket so well it's considered one of the top 100 quilts of the 21st century. The potholder I carefully stitched back when I was 15 will never make that list.

Special occasions call for special sleeping accommodations, so we spent the night at the guest room hotel. Nothing like staying at a hotel where you wash the sheets, vacuum the floor and pay the bills!

At the rate we give each other cards, we'll have 5,458 by our thirtieth anniversary. (There are two more cards not pictured, so make that 5,460 cards.)

There are few things more romantic that having this poster at the end of the bed.

Army wife, mother, borrower of all the cute children I come across, laugh-er at very inopportune moments, and matchmaker. I am an excessive user of commas, parentheses, italicizing, and exclamation marks. I'm proud to say I can hang a spoon from my nose. Clearly my talents are just endless.